Paroles et traduction Bersuit Vergarabat - Señor Cobranza

Señor Cobranza

Voy a la cocina, luego al comedor
Miro la revista y el televisor
Me muevo para aquí, me muevo para allá
Norma Pla a Cavallo lo tiene que matar

Que me vienen con chorizos, pero ya va a llegar
Que cocinen a la madre de Cavallo y al papá
Y a los hijos, si es que tiene
O a su amigo el presidente no le dejen ni los dientes

Porque Menem, Menem, Menem se lo gana
Y no hablemos de pavadas
Si son todos, traficantes
Y si no el sistema qué, y si no el sistema qué

No me digan se mantienen con la plata de los pobres
Eso solo sirve para mantener a algunos pocos
Transan, venden
Y es solo una figurita el que este de Presidente
Porque si estaba Alfonsín, el que transa es otro gil

Son todos narcos, de los malos
Si te agarran con un gramo
Después que te la pusieron
Se viene la policía y seguro que vas preso

Y así sube, la balanza
El precio también sube, también sube la venganza
Y ahora va, y ahora que
Son todos narcos, y el presidente
Es el tipo que mantenga más tranquila a nuestra gente

Llevan plata del lavado
Mientras no salte la bronca
Del norte no mandan palos
Ay, ay, ay, uy, uy, uy
Que me dicen del dedito que les meten en Jujuy
Ay, ay, ay, uy, uy, uy
Que me dicen del dedito que les meten en Jujuy

Es ese perro, el Santillán
Si no lo pueden voltear lo van a querer comprar
Con discursos, si no les sale
Son capaz de dar acciones
A los grandes mercaderes
Eso no importa, porque el perro
Va dejando otro perrito
Que le mete a este sistema el dedito en el culito

Y como sangra, y no es el culo
Sino el que sangra y se retuerce es el gran culo de este mundo
Adiós el muro, Stalinista
Los demócratas de mierda y los forros pacifistas
Todos narco, todo narco
Todos narcotraficante te transmiten por cadena
Son del CAOS, paranoiquean
Te persiguen si sos put*
Te persiguen si sos pobre
Te persiguen si fumaá, si tomás, si vendés
Si fumás, si comprás un pobre toco para hacer para comer
Comprás, fumás, vendés
Y váyanse todos a la conch* de su madre

Y ahora qué, que nos queda,
Elección o reelección, para mí es la misma mierd*
Hijos de put*, en el Congreso
Hijos de put* en la Rosada y en todos los Ministerios
Van cayendo hijos de put* que te cag*n a patadas

Porque en la selva, se escuchan tiros
Son las armas de los pobres, son los gritos del latino

En la selva, se escuchan tiros
Son las armas de los pobres, son los gritos del latino

En la selva, se escuchan tiros
Son las armas de los pobres, son los gritos del latino

Latino, latino, si, latino

Ellos tienen el poder y lo van a perder
Tienen el poder y lo van a perder
Tienen el poder y lo van a perder
Tienen el poder y lo van a perder

En la selva, se escuchan tiros
Son las armas de los pobres, son los gritos del latino
En la selva, se escuchan tiros
Son las armas de los pobres, son los gritos del latino
Latino
Latino

Mr. Collection

I go to the kitchen, then to the dining room
I look at the magazine and the TV
I move here, I move there
Norma Pla has to kill Cavallo

They come at me with sausages, but it's coming
Let them cook Cavallo's mother and father
And the children, if he has any
Or don't even leave his friend, the president, his teeth

Because Menem, Menem, Menem earns it
And let's not talk nonsense
If they are all, traffickers
And if not the system what, and if not the system what

Don't tell me they are supported by the money of the poor
That only serves to support a few
They deal, they sell
And the one who is President is just a figure
Because if Alfonsín was there, the one who deals is another fool

They are all narcos, the bad ones
If they catch you with a gram
After they put it on you
The police are coming and you're sure to go to jail

And so it goes up, the scale
The price also goes up, revenge also goes up
And now it goes, and now what
They are all narcos, and the president
He's the guy who keeps our people calm

They carry money from the laundry
As long as the anger doesn't jump
They don't send sticks from the north
Ay, ay, ay, uy, uy, uy
What do they tell me about the little finger they put in Jujuy
Ay, ay, ay, uy, uy, uy
What do they tell me about the little finger they put in Jujuy

It's that dog, Santillán
If they can't knock him down, they'll want to buy him
With speeches, if it doesn't work out for them
They are capable of giving shares
To the great merchants
That doesn't matter, because the dog
He's leaving another puppy
That puts this system the little finger in the ass

And how it bleeds, and it's not the ass
But the one who bleeds and squirms is the big ass of this world
Goodbye the wall, Stalinist
The shitty democrats and the fucking pacifists
All narco, all narco
All drug traffickers broadcast you on the network
They are from the CHAOS, they are paranoid
They chase you if you are a whore
They chase you if you are poor
They chase you if you smoke, if you drink, if you sell
If you smoke, if you buy a poor touch to make to eat
Buy, smoke, sell
And go all to your mother's conch*

And now what, what do we have left,
Election or reelection, for me it's the same shit*
Sons of bitches*, in Congress
Sons of bitches* in the Pink House and in all the Ministries
Sons of bitches* are falling who kick your ass*

Because in the jungle, shots are heard
They are the weapons of the poor, they are the cries of the Latino

In the jungle, shots are heard
They are the weapons of the poor, they are the cries of the Latino

In the jungle, shots are heard
They are the weapons of the poor, they are the cries of the Latino

Latino, Latino, yes, Latino

They have the power and they are going to lose it
They have the power and they are going to lose it
They have the power and they are going to lose it
They have the power and they are going to lose it

In the jungle, shots are heard
They are the weapons of the poor, they are the cries of the Latino
In the jungle, shots are heard
They are the weapons of the poor, they are the cries of the Latino
Latino
Latino